Psalms 127

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon. If the Lord doesn't build the house, the work of the builders is futile. If the Lord doesn't guard the city, the work of the guards is pointless.

Hodočasnička pjesma. Salomonova. Ako Jahve kuću ne gradi, uzalud se muče graditelji. Ako Jahve grad ne čuva, uzalud stražar bdi.

2 It's useless to get up early in the morning and go to work, and stay late into the evening, worrying about earning enough to eat, when the Lord gives rest to those he loves.

Uzalud vam je ustat prije zore i dugo u noć sjediti, vi što jedete kruh muke: miljenicima svojim u snu on daje.

3 Children certainly are a gift from the Lord, for a family is a blessing.

Evo: sinovi su Jahvin dar, plod utrobe njegova je nagrada.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of a young man.

Strelica u ruci ratnika - to su sinovi mladosti.

5 Happy is the father who fills his quiver with them! Such fathers will not be embarrassed when they confront their enemies at the city gate.

Blago čovjeku koji njima napuni tobolac, neće se postidjeti kad se prÓeo bude s dušmanom na vratima.